Taehyung sat on the ground outside of the barn, having just recently woken up from his fainting spell but still too weak to stand. Hobi was sitting down in the dirt beside him; the two of them looking sideways as bewildered people slowly staggered out of the barn one after another. Taehyung was truly shocked by the amount of people Guy had managed to freeze into statues. The thing they all had in common though was that they all eventually left the place to wander home.

"Well, I think that is everyone," said Namjoon as he came out of the barn with Suga on his heels.

Even though Suga hadn't been a victim to his fate for as long as Taehyung had, he still had a hard time walking about. The stiffness to limbs he still wasn't used to made him a bit off balance. Namjoon stayed back to stay near him just in case he needed assistance, but Suga refused to give in even when he almost tottered off balance.

"I'm fine!" said Suga as he swatted away Namjoon's hand.

Namjoon sighed as he turned his attention towards Taehyung. He moved to crouch down in front of him.

"How are you doing?"

"Better," said Taehyung as he gave a faint smile. It meant a lot that Namjoon cared to ask. He could definitely see shades of his grandfather in him.

"We will help you get home if you want," said Namjoon, watching as Taehyung's small smile faded from his face.

"I don't have a home," said Taehyung as he flitted his gaze away from Namjoon to look down at the dirt beneath him.

Namjoon could tell that there was a story behind Taehyung's words, but it was a story that he wasn't yet ready to tell. The point was Taehyung didn't have anyone, so there was only one choice left.

"Well, you can come with us," said Namjoon as Taehyung flicked his hope-filled eyes back to him, "But I have to warn you that it may be a bit insane."

"I don't mind," said Taehyung.

Suga looked towards Namjoon as he reached out a hand to help Taehyung to his feet; Hobi following after. In his mind, Suga thought back on the journal that had led them here. Perhaps this was the man they had been tasked to find. It certainly seemed like it.

The four of them went back into Guy's house to try and see what they could find to take that would be of use. The RV was devoid of necessities for the most part, aside from one piece of leftover fried chicken. Lighting some candles, they immediately began to take stock of what laid about. Namjoon helped Suga and Hobi clean the cupboards of any food that laid within them before turning to see that Taehyung was gone. Wandering over to Guy's bedroom, Namjoon entered to see that Taehyung was standing in front of a mirror. With the light from the candle illuminating the room, Taehyung was observing himself in the mirror. He had his fingers gently touching the glittering golden scar on his forehead. His eyes flicked away from the scar to look at Namjoon as his reflection appeared in the mirror.

"Are you okay?" asked Namjoon.

"I remember cracking my head on the floor of the barn when Guy touched me," said Taehyung as he righted himself. "I see it's now a golden scar."

"Guy must have patched you up," said Namjoon.

"Must have."

Namjoon could hear that there was a heavy weight being carried in Taehyung's words as he made his way over to the closet. Taehyung opened it without saying anything else to Namjoon, taking out a few articles of clothing to throw them at the bed. Namjoon turned to look behind him to see that Suga and Hobi were climbing up to the loft to take inventory, shutting the door a bit for privacy as he walked over to Taehyung. He put a hand gently on his wrist to stop his movements.

"Talk to me. What are you thinking?"

"That's a dangerous question," said Taehyung with a sigh as he turned to look at Namjoon.

"I can handle whatever the answer is," said Namjoon with a small smile.

Keeping a hold of Taehyung's wrist, he led him away from the closet to take a seat on the edge of Guy's bed beside him. Namjoon moved his hand so that it was now holding Taehyung's hand instead of his wrist.

"Where do I start?" asked Taehyung.

"Start wherever you need to," said Namjoon.

"I was in a bad place shortly after the death of my parents," started Taehyung. "I barely had any money to my name and was wandering about looking for somewhere to call home. That's when I bumped into Guy. He seemed friendly enough, so I followed him home. When I got here, your grandfather was also here. We shared the loft space. He told me a lot about you. I told him about me - and for the first time since the death of my parents - I felt loved and cared about."

Taehyung paused for a moment; Namjoon taking that moment to lace his fingers through Taehyung's to give his hand a tight squeeze.

"A night or two later, Guy took your grandfather and I out to the barn," continued Taehyung, "And that's when...that's when he jumped us. Tied us inside a stall. I tried to fight back which is where I ended up with the cut to my forehead that eventually scarred. I was too weak to save either of us. When Guy left us for a moment to go back into the house, your grandfather managed to get out of his bonds. He tried to save me, but I told him to leave me. I could tell he didn't want to, but I was stubborn. I refused to go. After all, I am a loser and a coward. He didn't need to have that kind of baggage following him around."

Namjoon waited out the pause that followed Taehyung's words for a moment just in case he had more that he wanted to add. When no more words came, Namjoon took it as his cue to start speaking.

"Taehyung, I don't want you to feel that way. You were manipulated into a false sense of security by Guy. You had no idea just how wicked he was. And that scar on your forehead...it's not a sign of you being too weak. It's a scar that shows you're a survivor. A warrior. Don't let the past hold you back from moving forward."

"You have a way with words like your grandfather," said Taehyung as he squeezed Namjoon's hand in return. "Thank you."

The sweet moment between the two of them was short lived as they heard an argument breaking out in the loft above them. Namjoon sighed as he got up from the bed, dropping Taehyung's hand as he moved to open the bedroom door. Stepping out, he walked over to the ladder to the loft, looking upwards into the darkness.

"What are you two arguing about up there?" asked Namjoon; Taehyung moving out of the bedroom to stand behind him.

"Hobi wants to bring hay," grumbled Suga as his head poked over the edge of the loft.

"What?! It could be useful!" Namjoon could hear Hobi shout.

"Tell me how hay could be useful, Hobi," stated Suga as he turned his head to the side to look at Hobi.

"For food?"

"We're not horses!"

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the arguing above him, turning to look at Taehyung behind him.

"I'm sorry about them. You'll have to get used to it."

"I think I can handle that," said Taehyung with a bright grin.